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“Are you pregnant?” Quinn asks.
“Did you guys break up?” Hanna asks.
I look between them. “No.” I say simply to both questions.
“Then what the hell is going on, you are worrying us to high hell!” Quinn says.
“I’ve got to talk to you guys about something, I need your help, your insight and advice.”
MAXWELL
I know that Peyton was going to talk to her boss today, and it’s got me on pins and needles. We exchanged our normal cheery texts in the morning, but I haven’t heard from her since and I’m also not completely sure when in her day she would be speaking to him, or even what he would say.
My hopes, of course are that this means within a short period of time, we would be living in the same city.
When I didn’t hear from her at all through the day, I tried to call her before I walked into the bar to meet the guys. When I couldn’t get through to her, I sent her a text.
Me: Is everything okay? I’ve tried to call you and haven’t heard from you all day.
I don’t see the dancing dots, I don’t see that the message has been read, maybe she’s just busy or driving, who knows.
I walk into the bar and see that the guys are already seated and talking up a storm. I unbutton my blazer and slide into the booth to jump right into the conversation to get my mind off of the woman who I can’t stop thinking about.
The night is full of banter and drinking, with no response back from Peyton. Concern is in the back of my head, but being over a thousand miles away, prevents me from being able to take initiative aside from driving or flying to LA myself. I’m not going to jump to conclusions and I’m not going to push my way in, just in case I am overreacting.
As soon as I get home, I try to FaceTime with her, but the call still gets unanswered. I check back with my text and that message hasn’t been read yet either.
I look down at Scout, laying with his head on my thigh. He looks up to me, as if knowing I’m worried about something. I pet him and give him a smile, though I don’t feel the smile.
What is happening? Is there something wrong?
Chapter Eighteen
“This one time I was in Vegas, I thought wow the strip is smaller, than I thought it would be. I realized I was in Reno the next morning.”
PEYTON
I’ve been putting off on talking to Max for two days. He’s texted, he’s called and I have controlled myself when his name would show up to not touch my phone. I don’t want to give him bad news and I’ve been trying like hell to come to some sort of crossroads in what my future plan is.
I ran through everything that has been said to all parties within the past few days. When talking to Hanna and Quinn, they were attentive with listening and then let me in on their thoughts and that’s when I realized that I made a mistake.
They were hurt.
They were mad.
And most of all, they felt that our friendship came last.
That’s a feeling that I have never wanted anyone to think.
They are concerned with why I haven’t spoken to them about any of this, when it was more of a beginning thought versus an actual offer and plan.
So, we sat on the couch, with me in the middle for over an hour as I explained to them what has been going on.
Neither of them thought that the relationship with Max was that serious, serious enough to move out of state for. And neither of them had any clue about the expansion of the company.
I’ve been a shitty friend and I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been so wrapped up with Max or if I’ve just become so selfish that I let everything else slip through my fingers in ignorance.
“I thought that you were just going to have your fun with the hot guy in the suit and then be done with it, get that divorce and shit?” Hanna asked.
